Category: The Library
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Pieces and Shards
“What do I get for this? I said & the angel gave me a catalog filled with toasters & clock radios & a basketball signed by Michael Jordan & I said, But this is just stuff & the angel smiled at me & swallowed me in her arms. I’m so glad you said that, she…
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Quirks
There are things about my B that drive me absolutely crazy. I get frustrated. Sometimes I get downright mad. And this morning we had an argument over the most inane thing. Because, well, I’m a woman and he’s a man and we think differently. There are things that we laugh about now: –the way he…
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Tell Me It’s Going To Be All Right
A few weeks ago, I was in Costco with my three little ones. We arrived at the checkout counter behind an elderly woman who obviously knew the cashier, a fifty-something woman with bleach blond hair and a thick southern drawl. They were conversing loudly as I waited in line, tending to my three and paying…
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Whispers and Sighs
I turn the thin pages of Nona’s diary. I like that I can’t read it. This way, the story will change and change. I find places where she underlined, places where it looks like tears fell on a page. The diary whispers and whispers, and sighs and sighs… That is where my writing is these…
A Spring of Joy 